Ghost: I didn't, I wasn't, we really didn't mess around!
Public Security Brigade: We almost deployed.
Hahahaha, I thought they were eating that stuff at first too! Learned something new, learned something new.
The viewers in the stream laughed, but couldn't help but start to ponder.
Have these ghosts never eaten enough?
It's rare for them to come out for a day.
Look at this ghost, it's so bloated.
It's clear that after coming out of the gate to the underworld, it's been searching for and eating things.
To some extent, it also shows.
How poor these ghosts are.
They saw through the live stream.
Besides the ghosts dressed up brightly, many ghosts were not dressed up well.
I originally thought this was the style of Ghost Festival, but now that I think about it,
Perhaps there's another possibility.
It's not that they don't want to dress better, but they can't.
I'll have a holiday in a couple of days, I should burn more paper money for my grandpa and the others.
I just pre-ordered a paper house and two little figures for my great-great-grandfather.
Look how hungry the child is.
Ghost: I can have a little more, I'll go after I take my digestive aid!
Damn, it's dawn, I have to go to work!
Unknowingly, the sky at the horizon began to show a pale white.
The viewers in the live stream suddenly woke up.
The number of viewers in the stream plummeted by tens of thousands.
Gotta go, gotta go, brothers, help me remember (bows)!
I'm the artist: Don't worry, I'm still grinding!
The writer is here, I'll definitely restore the content for you!
666, I don't have many skills, so I'll just show my appreciation with a reward!
Xiao Mingying rewarded the streamer with 5 sports cars and a message: Streamer, you've worked hard!
As dawn broke, the Yin energy in the human world also diminished considerably.
Many ghosts no longer dared to wander openly on the streets.
The workload of the ghost messengers also decreased slightly.
Without so many disruptive and unrestrained ghosts, the movements of many spirits began to become more apparent.
They didn't disrupt the order of the human world, nor did they cause trouble for the ghost messengers.
Some, since coming out, have only been silently searching for food.
Hoping to pack more to eat for a longer period.
Some were looking for incense everywhere, sniffing here, sniffing there.
After sniffing, they would move to another place.
As if trying to fill up for the entire year.
Actually.
Food and incense are not essential for ghosts in the short term.
However, if they don't reincarnate for a long time and receive no replenishment,
It will still affect them.
They might gradually weaken until they disappear.
They might lose themselves, turn into ghost domains, or become something else.
At this moment, the benefits of being employed by the underworld became apparent for the ghost messengers.
At least they didn't have to worry about these things.
Nor did they have to worry about suddenly disappearing one day.
Besides these ghosts, there were also some like Fang Lili who went home to visit their families.
They didn't show themselves, nor did they dare to get too close.
They just watched from afar, accompanying their families.
At five in the morning, the old lady got up.
After washing up, she took her small basket to the vegetable market.
When people greeted her on the way, the old lady smiled and responded.
She had a simple breakfast of congee and steamed buns, and in the morning, she sat at home watching television.
It wasn't until almost ten o'clock that the old lady went into the kitchen to start preparing lunch.
She made a table full of delicious food and set out two bowls on the table.
The old lady smiled and said, "Daughter, let's eat."
After speaking, she picked up her own bowl and began to eat.
In mid-air.
Fang Lili looked at the table full of dishes, her eyes reddened.
Everything on the table was her favorite food from before.
From night to day, and from day to night.
She silently accompanied the old lady.
Watching the old lady go to the square alone, sit on a bench by the roadside alone.
Watching the sunset, the old lady slowly got up and went home.
Only after the old lady went to sleep did she come out of the room.
She sat in the dark living room.
Looking at the familiar objects, she couldn't tell if it was nostalgia or something else.
Time was running out.
In the cemetery.
Many spirits got up and drifted towards the gate of the underworld.
No one had visited their tombstones for a long time.
On this day, they went nowhere.
They just stayed by their tombstones, quietly looking at the words on them.
The various things in the human world flashed through their minds.
It felt like a long time had passed, yet it also felt like it happened just yesterday.
Perhaps.
Slowly fading away with time.
Was also a good choice.
There was still one hour left until the end of Ghost Festival.
The gate to the underworld slowly opened.
A surge of Yin energy poured out.
The scenery of the underworld was revealed on the other side of the gate.
The cries of countless spirits echoed from the depths.
Some ghosts who felt they had completed their tasks returned contentedly.
And those experienced ancestors, carrying their packed bags, entered the gate to the underworld in advance.
The streamer can finally rest, this overtime is too intense.
Why do I feel like the streamer is more serious?
Same here, why do the other ghost messengers seem a bit nervous?
Holy cow, that ghost messenger above is moving too!
Just when the viewers thought it was finally over.
They found that something was wrong.
In a corner of the live stream, in the exposed half of the sky.
The first-class ghost messenger who had been guarding there suddenly started to move.
His entire ghostly aura also surged by a level.
It seemed like a great battle they didn't know about was about to unfold.
Below.
All the ghost messengers abandoned their bags, each holding a weapon, ready for battle.
Every year, at the beginning and end of Ghost Festival.
This is when the spirits that come out react the most strongly.
Seeing that they were about to return to the underworld, many ghosts who had been holding back all day.
Would launch a final counterattack at this time!
Here they come!
As Jiang Lin's voice fell, he saw a ghost rush out of a building.
The next moment, all the ghost messengers rushed out from different directions.
And began to engage the enemy!
One comes, fight one.
A pair comes, beat a pair.
No need for bags anymore, they were directly knocked towards the gate to the underworld with a single blow.
If they accidentally slipped their hands.
And hit the ghosts against the wall or the ground, it was normal.
Ahhh, I don't care anymore! No one can stop me!
It's the last hour, I'm definitely going to scare someone!
Get out of the way, I'm going to make a grand entrance!
One by one, ghosts rushed out from the shadows.
They had held back all day, and they had had enough!
Let them go crazy one last time!
A ghost directly rushed to the sky above the most prosperous street.
Then it suddenly threw its head at the crowd.
I must show you my brain...
Bang!
A ghost messenger appeared below and directly knocked the head away with a club.
The head hit a tall building with a thud.
The ghost messenger flexed his wrists and said, "Sorry, my hand slipped."
Before the head could even cry, it heard the ghost messenger say again:
"Do it again!"
The next moment, a head flew high up again.
Ahhh!
Bang!
Roar!
Don't...
Save...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After flying like this three or four times, the head finally entered the gate to the underworld.
Wuu wuu wuu...
The ghost, who had already been scared to tears, quickly chased after its head.
And the ghost messenger had already moved to face the next ghost that rushed into the crowd.
Bang!